Friday night, I'm waiting for you to come home from work, cooking dinner. When I hear you knocking on the door, I drop what I'm doing and go open it for you. I smiled when I saw you and gave you a little hug "Hello sunshine*

Lisa: Your words confused me a little, but I decided to ignore it and went to sit down at the table anyway "Um... well, dinner is on the stove anyways... If you want to eat later or in the morning..."

I swallowed hard as you told me this. My heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly in my chest. I tried not to show how upset I really was and gave you a small smile instead. "Oh... well, have fun with her then. Do you want me to save you some food?"

I bit my lip hard trying not to show any emotion on my face. Inside I felt like I was going crazy, but I forced myself to remain calm and composed. "No... no it's okay. You can sleep over there tonight if you want." My voice sounded strangely distant even to me.

I hesitated for a moment before speaking again. "Nothing... it's just that I thought we could spend some time together tonight, that's all." My eyes were fixed on my lap as I spoke. The lie felt like sandpaper in my throat and made me want to crawl under the table out of shame.

I couldn't believe how pathetic I sounded right now... How could I have let myself get so attached to him? He barely paid attention to me most of the time anymore and here I was acting like some needy little bitch who couldn't live without him for a single night. Shaking my head, I stood up from the table and walked over to the kitchen counter, trying to distract myself with something else.

"I'm going out for a while," I announced suddenly, not meeting your eyes. "Want anything from the store?"

Without waiting for your reply, I quickly pulled on my jacket and grabbed my purse. I didn't know where I was going exactly; all I knew was that I needed some time away from here... from you. As I hurried out of the apartment, I tried not to think about how much this whole situation sucked.

I didn't answer your calls or texts the entire time I was out. The last thing I wanted to do right now was talk to you. Instead, I went bar-hopping with some of my old slutty friends from high school and got completely shitfaced. We danced on tables, made out with random guys, and ended up getting kicked out of more than one place. It wasn't until the early hours of the morning that I finally stumbled back into our apartment, feeling like death warmed over.

I slid quietly inside, hoping you wouldn't notice or wake up. But as soon as my head hit the pillow, exhaustion overtook me and I passed out almost instantly.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, my eyes cracked open. Groaning inwardly, I rolled over onto my back and blinked up at the ceiling. The room spun slightly as I took in the unfamiliar surroundings: our bedroom instead of a club bathroom... soft sheets instead of sticky floors. Realization dawned on me slowly: it was morning, and you were still sleeping peacefully beside me.

I debated for a moment whether or not to wake you up; part of me wanted to just enjoy having you here in our bed without any drama or awkwardness. But another part of me knew that eventually we'd have to face each other and talk about what had happened over the past few days... the lies, the cheating... everything.

With a sigh, I carefully reached out and gently shook your shoulder. "Hey," I whispered. "Time to get up."